Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Brick,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.